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             Gustav MAHLER (1860-1911) 
               
              Symphony No. 8 Symphony of a Thousand (1906) [90:00]  
                
              Manuela Uhl (soprano) - Magna Peccatrix  
              Julianna Di Giacomo (soprano II) - Una poenitentium  
              Kiera Duffy (soprano III) - Mater gloriosa  
              Anna Larsson (contralto I) - Mulier Samaritana  
              Charlotte Hellekant (contralto II) - Maria Aegyptiaca  
              Burkhard Fritz (tenor) - Doctor Marianus  
              Brian Mulligan (baritone) - Pater ecstaticus  
              Alexander Vinogradov (bass) - Pater profundus  
              Coro Sinfónico Juvenil Simón Bolívar de Venezuela 
               
              Niños Cantores de Venezuela  
              Schola Cantorum de Venezuela  
              Schola Juvenil de Venezuela  
              Los Angeles Philharmonic, Simón Bolivar Symphony Orchestra 
              of Venezuela/Gustavo Dudamel  
              Director: Michael Beyer  
              Picture: 16:9, 1080i full HD  
              Sound: PCM stereo, dts-Master Audio 5.1  
              Regions: all  
              Subtitles: Latin, German, English, French, Spanish, Chinese  
              Bonus: Inside the Symphony of a Thousand [18:00]  
              rec. live, February 2012, Teatro Teresa Carreño, Caracas, 
              Venezuela  
                
              DEUTSCHE GRAMMOPHON 073 4890   
              [90:00 + 18:00]  
             
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Gustavo ‘The Dude’ Dudamel and his Simón 
                  Bolivar orchestra have given us hugely enjoyable concerts - 
                  not least the then SBYO’s 2007 Prom that had the audience 
                  dancing in the aisles - but none as large or as daunting as 
                  this Mahler Eighth. With a chorus of 1,200 exuberant Venezuelans, 
                  a roster of fine soloists and the combined Los Angeles Philharmonic 
                  and Simón Bolivar bands playing to a packed house in 
                  Caracas this was always going to be an emotionally charged event. 
                  Two weeks earlier they gave a performance of this symphony at 
                  the Shrine in LA which, by all accounts, was an acoustic nightmare. 
                  Fingers crossed, this Venezuelan version wouldn’t be similarly 
                  afflicted.  
                     
                  As a conductor Dudamel still divides opinion; some critics dismiss 
                  him as over-rated, yet he’s capable of truly memorable 
                  performances. His Resurrection at last year’s Prom 
                  is a case in point; daringly slow it was also unforgettable, 
                  everyone on stage visibly moved at the work’s incandescent 
                  close. Their DG CD of Mahler’s Fifth was very disappointing, 
                  but if that memorable Second is anything to go by Dudamel’s 
                  understanding of these symphonies has deepened considerably 
                  since then. Couple that with the raw enthusiasm of a hometown 
                  crowd, direction by Michael Beyer and high-def sound and pictures 
                  and the stage is set for an electrifying concert.  
                     
                  That said, nothing prepared me for the sea of faces behind the 
                  orchestra, promising a veritable tsunami of choral sound. The 
                  creative spirit is summoned forth in singing of tremendous passion 
                  and punch; diction is crisp and clear and the recorded balance 
                  is such that that orchestral/vocal detail is never swamped. 
                  True, there are times when some effects are less audible than 
                  usual - the bells, for instance - but that matters less when 
                  momentum is this well managed and the climaxes are so splendid. 
                  Indeed, the cry of ‘Pour thy love into our hearts’ 
                  has seldom sounded so ecstatic, or the return of ‘Veni, 
                  creator spiritus’ seemed so triumphant. As for those mighty 
                  cymbal clashes and the white-hot finale of Part I, they are 
                  simply staggering in their precision and power.  
                     
                  Any caveats? None to speak of. The soloists are very well matched 
                  - and surprisingly easy to hear despite the choral flood - and 
                  the organ sound, while not massive, is more than adequate. The 
                  real revelation here is the sheer loveliness and inwardness 
                  of those quiet passages, which make more of an impact than usual. 
                  Indeed, this most luminous writing reminds one that much of 
                  Mahler’s genius, like that of Berlioz, resides in such 
                  wondrous detail. There’s plenty of the latter in the arboreal 
                  gloom at the start of Part II, from the bowels-of-the-earth 
                  bass, pure horns and light pizzicati to the many woodwind 
                  epiphanies that follow.  
                     
                  There’s a rapt intensity to this Faust setting; 
                  in fact, I can’t recall this music sounding so like a 
                  series of profound yet seamless meditations as it does here. 
                  As for Dudamel he draws radiant sonorities from this mixed band; 
                  those exposed harp figures are as ethereal as ever and it’s 
                  good to hear the mandolin so clearly in the mix. The soloists 
                  are splendid too, from Brian Mulligan’s firm and ardent 
                  Pater ecstaticus in ‘Ewiger Wonnebrand’ to Julianna 
                  Di Giacomo’s exquisitely sung Una poenitentium and Kiera 
                  Duffy’s lofty, theatrically illumined ‘Komm! hebe 
                  dich zu höhern Sphären’. The real stars of the 
                  show are the choirs, for whom Goethe’s fine sentiments 
                  and invocational texts - the crowning ‘Virgin, Mother, 
                  Queen’ for one - are not just philosophical abstractions 
                  but articles of faith.  
                     
                  Burkhard Fritz triggers the great finale with a ringing ‘Blicket 
                  auf’, the choirs’ deeply felt ‘Alles Vergängliche’ 
                  adding immensely to one’s sense of trembling anticipation. 
                  As always Dudamel is in complete control, goading his massed 
                  forces to transfigured heights at the close. I defy anyone not 
                  to be moved - and moved mightily - by the extraordinary blend 
                  of passion and precision on display here, all caught in exemplary, 
                  well-balanced sound and fine pictures. As a video performance 
                  this Mahler Eighth is far more involving and cohesive than Riccardo 
                  Chailly’s recent Blu-ray - review. 
                  It surely deserves a place alongside much-coveted DVDs from 
                  Klaus Tennstedt (EMI) and Leonard Bernstein (DG). If you don’t 
                  mind Blu-ray sans pictures, Antoni Wit (Naxos) also offers 
                  uplift and intoxication aplenty (review). 
                   
                     
                  As bonus tracks go Inside the Symphony of a Thousand 
                  promises far more than it can possibly deliver in just 18 minutes. 
                  A collection of artist comments, rehearsal clips and the most 
                  general pointers from Dudamel, it’s hardly essential viewing. 
                  That said, I’m always struck by this conductor’s 
                  boyish charm and infectious enthusiasm; he certainly gets a 
                  rapturous and visibly affectionate reception from the platform 
                  at concert’s end. Make no mistake though, behind that 
                  affable, floppy-haired exterior lurks a fast-maturing Mahlerian 
                  who’s destined for great things. There, I’ve said 
                  it.  
                     
                  Taut, superbly controlled Mahler, performed with great conviction 
                  and presented in top-notch sound and pictures.  
                     
                  Dan Morgan  
                  http://twitter.com/mahlerei 
                 
                Masterwork Index: Mahler 
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